Campfire revelations.. - So much sin and dishonor..It's time
Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2001 8:32 pm
Sitting beside the lurid flames of dancing orange, Kaizer absently watched their ruddy depths as he thought over the recent events. So much was wrong on the island. The instruments of war, arrogance, pride, and wrath had found their way into the hearts and minds of just about everyone. When would the madness stop? How many more innocents must be reaped like grains of sand before the scythe, until those primal inner demons were sated? He didn't know, and he doubted anyone else did either. With a heavy sigh his gaze turned heavenward towards the star filled sky, always in awe at the celestial peace it alloted the soul.
Adding a few more logs to the crackling flames, he laid down once again upon his back, watching the twinkling of the stars amid the abyss of inky night, and before long slipped off into a deep sleep. His dreams were far from placid that night, for such horrid scenes unfolded before him which paved the way to a butchers solace. With a startled outcry he sat up, sweat glistening on his skin from the lackluster moonlight which bathed the land. Shivering slightly, he turned to face the firepit and add more kindling to the glowering embers. Feeding the flames so that they might once more ward against the ominous shadows, and that which lurked within them.
"Malachin, my lord and God, hear me this night...Of what import are mine dreams? Why have such things been shown unto me? I am no leader, but...Ahh, i see. I am to be thy herald then...". Slowly he stood, once more donning his worn platemail aegis, and restraping the sword which slumbered within it's sheath. With a soft grunt he strode off into the darkness, his voice echoing back like a gaunt whisper. "So it begins, the Age of the Inquisition.."
(Edited by Kaizer at 1:30 am on Dec. 29, 2001)
Adding a few more logs to the crackling flames, he laid down once again upon his back, watching the twinkling of the stars amid the abyss of inky night, and before long slipped off into a deep sleep. His dreams were far from placid that night, for such horrid scenes unfolded before him which paved the way to a butchers solace. With a startled outcry he sat up, sweat glistening on his skin from the lackluster moonlight which bathed the land. Shivering slightly, he turned to face the firepit and add more kindling to the glowering embers. Feeding the flames so that they might once more ward against the ominous shadows, and that which lurked within them.
"Malachin, my lord and God, hear me this night...Of what import are mine dreams? Why have such things been shown unto me? I am no leader, but...Ahh, i see. I am to be thy herald then...". Slowly he stood, once more donning his worn platemail aegis, and restraping the sword which slumbered within it's sheath. With a soft grunt he strode off into the darkness, his voice echoing back like a gaunt whisper. "So it begins, the Age of the Inquisition.."
(Edited by Kaizer at 1:30 am on Dec. 29, 2001)